The dim path through the forest wound through thick oak trees. The only light was a shimmering light filtering through big oak leaves from a full moon falling on the narrow path in front of me. My flight through the forest was away from fear with my final destination indistinct.
I like to write first lines; much easier than a novel! Once in a while I will post a haiku. I have a great appreciation for anyone who writes well. Something I would like to aspire to. Now and then I will review the lines and try to finish it into a short story. And there will, on occasion be an update on a first line with a possible scenario. Feel free to critique any of the work. Mike
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